Runaway Daughter Novels & Stories

She was panting heavily, her eyes turned redder than before and wrists started to bleed more. The blood was dripping down through the leg of the chair then on the ground. The truth serum was making her dizzy already and the nausea made it hard for her to speak. " I... I... Just wanted to run away from that house. And I... I did. One day without telling anything to my father I fled away from that house and never went back. Nobody knows I am Lucifer Miller's daughter so it was easy for me to find a residence here. And I.. I just settled in here without anybody's acknowledgement"... She completed.

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

unconsciously, tears rolled down her cheeks. Sure, she's glad that she was able to escape from her parents' clutches, but she can't help but long for them. They've always been good to her after all, spoiling her and giving her everything she wants, aside from THAT. That was the only time that they were so bent on controlling her, yet that was also the only thing she can't let them decide for her. ---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee.

And the only option for her is to follow what they've told. She can't run either. Can't find a shelter in her country because of Sohrab's influence. And in Pakistan, a country she has never been to, to whom would she run? Where would she escape to get a shelter? And how would she treat her mother? A prostitute.... Her mind was occupied with these thoughts that she didn't realize when the car stopped infront of a villa. The door to the car was opened and both mother and daughter were forced to go inside.

“I wish I could run away, Cara.” She regretted those words as soon as they were out of her lips. Hana wasn’t cut out for the real world. Her father might be a monster but was financially responsible. They never lacked. The first and last time she tried to run away, she had experienced an abandonment, a complete lack of wants. She couldn’t do that without a plan. A plan that involved getting her sister and mother out of this hellhole disguised as home. “You can,” Cara said. Her sister knelt by the tub with the tips of her golden hair sinking into the water. Cara looked more like their mum. But one thing the kids shared with their father was his big nose. “We can, Hana. We will go somewhere.”

"At least it is in the movies. Apparently their little section of NYC just wasn't big enough for the both of them. Daughter ran off. Twenty, thirty blocks north. Muscled out the local scene. Set up her own shop." Nik was silent for a moment. "Nik?" "Yeah. Still here." Her voice is softer, hesitant. "My best guess, daughter wants to show daddy up. From what I could find-and there's damn little available-she's playing in the waters with the big boys from Russia, Japan, Middle East." The bottom of my belly fell out. "Human trafficking."

Just then, hurried footsteps and startled cries erupted behind me. My father, my mother, and several members of the Rossi household rushed out of the mansion at once. “Stella!” my mother screamed as she ran forward and dropped to her knees beside her. My father hurried over and crouched down to check her condition. There was a gash on Stella’s forehead, blood running down the side of her face, her skin pale as paper, her whole body trembling as if she might faint at any moment.

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

“Talk? Why should I talk? Why does your child get all the wealth, while mine was killed by his father? This isn’t fair!” In that instant, I finally learned what John had done. After Stacy lost her baby, John had thrown her out and even contacted the court to press charges for the kidnapping years ago. She had been sentenced, yet somehow, she escaped. She was a fugitive, and people like that had nothing left to lose. I shook with fear. “What do you want? John is already yours. You can take the money too!” But she would not listen. Stacy laughed wildly. “Watching you in pain makes me happy. But I want more. I want you to feel the pain of losing a child, too.”

"How could she have run away? The Alpha of Blue Moon is right down stairs-" "Really mother?" I couldn't help but interrupt, trying as much as possible to not raise my voice. Dear goddess, I was filled with so much rage I had no idea what to do with it. I had a feeling a run in the woods wasn't going to easily distract me this time. "Your daughter just ran away because of your actions," I gritted out. "And all you can think about are the people down stairs?"